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UK Visa Versa (MC Lars)

Hey England... let's kick it.

Cops without guns and the NME.
Should I watch the BBC or should I watch the BBC?
Look at these crazy coins, is this Lord of the Rings?
Pounds and pence and Princes and Queens?
Flipside experience, well not really.
More familiar than Russia or Chile.
Up for cricket or squash, or the London zoo?
Look, you hate George Bush and we do too.
Fab music scene, though, UK bands are ace,
And you guys are the most polite of the human race.
Fish and chips, crumpets, bangers and mash,
Shakespeare, Donne, Sid Vicious and the Clash.
You love our movies, we kind of like yours.
We love the way you talk, "please help help us in these wars."
You stopped staying "fab," we stopped saying "groovy,"
Our Scotland is Canada; you saw the South Park movie.

CHORUS
I love England and visa versa,
American perspective in these Visa verses.
Tea time? Jolly good! Caffeine rush.
Look, a red a phone booth and a double-decker bus.

I love you England, so let's both ignore
The Boston Tea Party, and that silly East Coast war.
Oxford, London, and Guildford too,
Rockin' your P.A.'s when I come to visit you.

The Florida incident? Democracy at work,
But we've still got love for your boy Edmund Burke.
If it weren't for us, you'd be speaking German,
But then we gave you Hanson and Pee Wee Herman.
You gave us the Beatles, and you gave us the Who
We gave you Kris Kross and Vanilla Ice too.
You gave us "Chicken Run" and the Teletubies,
We gave you McDonald's and got you chubby.
You think we're all Trailer Trash obnoxious and noisy.
But that's just Springer, Ricki Lake, and Boise.
We're friendly and fake and proud of our nation,
Overweight, wasting gas, hedonic civilization.
We're sue-happy mad overworked compulsive winners,
Strong facade but insecure, just think Seymour Skinner.
We're obsessed with image, old age and fat,
Technology, death, and our dogs and cats,
The superbowl, shopping, S.U.V.'s and money,
Santa Claus, hygiene and the Easter Bunny.
But bigger is better and we love our T.V.
From L.A. to Boston, to Nashville, Tennessee.
And yes 1/4 of Americans own guns
In case you come back to punish your sons.
But Mother Britain listen, there's still a tie that binds us,
The U.S. isn't perfect, you don't have to remind us.

Crossroads (Tom Waits)

Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead

And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way

You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And point where the bullet wants to go

(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And now
he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)

I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads

Domestic Life (King Missile)

She pressed the knife lightly against his left testicle and said, "Now do I have your attention?"

He yawned and said, "Yes, yes, what is it now..."

She said, "Ommina cut off your ** balls."

He said, "Yes, I gathered that, but what's the subtext here? You don't really want to cut off my balls, you want me to do something. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do?"

She said, "I want you to know what I want you to do."

As she said this he slipped away and quickly opened the lower drawer of the end table and pulled out the revolver. He cocked and aimer it and said, "Is this it? Is this what you want me to do? You want me to shoot you in your ** ass? Turn around, ommina shoot you in your ** ass!"

"That gun's not loaded, **-face," she said. "I took the bullets out of it last night."

"Oh yeah?" He said. "I reloaded it this morning." And to prove his point, he shot the television.

"You stupid **!" She said. "The season premiere of ER is on in five minutes! George Clooney! George Clooney! Must-see TV!"

"Forget it," She said. "I'm not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow."

Maybe tomorrow, indeed, for aren't we all prisoners of time? Isn't everything we do done with one eye on the clock?

"Shut up," she said. "Who asked you anyway? Honey let's sell this house, it's too big. Let's sell this house and buy a trailer, put the leftover money in mutual funds, and live off of the dividends for the rest of our lives."

"Sugar pie," He said. "That really ticks me off. One minute you want to cut my balls off, then when I'm (already-you-up??), you want to do something different. 'Live in a trailer' Maybe I should shoot you in the ass. 'You're not in the mood, you're not in the mood' Well maybe I'm in the mood. Maybe I'm really in the mood. Maybe I'll just mosey on down to Lucy's trailer and shoot HER in the ass. Have her cut off a testicle or two. How does that tickle you?"

She sat silently for almost thirty seconds and then said, "We don't live in a trailer park, stupid, you can't 'mosey on down to Lucy's trailer' because the nearest trailer park is two hours on the interstate."

She was right, of course. The nearest trailer park was over a hundred miles away on I-9-

"I JUST SAID THAT!" She said. "Just shut the ** up, and let me think for a minute."

Who are you talking to? I asked.

"Shut up," She said. "You're driving me ** nuts."

"Honey," he said, "Let's go downstairs and watch George Clooney-"

"If you don't shut up..." she said,"I will shoot the living room television just as surely as I shot the bedroom television."

"That's it," she said, "Kiss those balls goodbye." and she deftly **ed off his balls with a few quick strokes and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Hrnrngrnhhhg!" He said. "Hrnnrghugrgnnnghhrg!" He said.

She said "..."

He said "Shut up and let me eat my balls in peace! And will you stop saying 'He said,' or 'She said,' in the middle of everything we say? Or I'll cut your ** balls off next!"

To which I replied, Okay, ** you. ** you both. Take that knife and shove it up your asshole, you ungrateful little shits. I created you, I formed you out of nothing, like a god, I invented both of you and all you do is fight. I sat down and took the time to write a nice little story about you two, when I could have been watching ER. Go ** yourselves! Both of you! ** you-** you-** you... You give and you give and what's the point? What's the ** point? I missed the season premiere and now I'll never know what happened with the ... thing... and the ... thing and the. . . It's all so useless and hopeless, this is a very bad day.

"Hey look," he said. "I'm sorry. You're right."

"I'm sorry too," she said. "We're both being very selfish. We didn't realize you were in such pain. Let it out, don't hold back. Let it out. Tell us all about it."

"Yes," he said. "You can tell us. You can trust us. You can count on us. You can ** us and kill us."

You really mean it? I said. I can tell you everything?

"Of course," they replied in unison, and stood there smiling their (Smarmly?) ** smiles. So I killed them, **ed 'em, and **ed 'em to bits, and then I told them everything.

Dana Andrews said Prunes gave him the Runes
And passing them used lots of skills
But When Worlds Collide
Said George Pal to his bride
I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills, like a

Oh oh oh oh oh, at the late night
Double feature, picture show
I wanna go, oh oh oh oh, to the late night
Double feature, picture show
By RKO, oh oh oh oh, to the late night
Double feature, picture show
In the back row, oh oh oh oh, to the late night
Double feature, picture show

BBC (George Benson & Roberta Flack)

Missus,
Will ya
Make me tea?
Make love to me?
Put on the teley?
To the BBC!
To the BBC,
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

BBC 1!
BBC 2!
BBC 3!
BBC 4!
BBC 5!
BBC 6!
BBC 7!
BBC heaven!

[repeat 2 more times]

BBC, peace!

maybe i could tell (george baker)

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3am, I'm never sleeping
Staring at the same crooked ceiling
?The fan I'm feeling, wounds ain't healing
No, nothing beats going hungry
Finally I find it kind of funny
I need more money
I just need money
I'm not afraid to fly, I'm just afraid to fall
After all I'm gunna be the face of rock and roll
Do you believe in love
Do you believe in anything at all?
When it comes around I never get too far
?Take it or leave it
Love it or lose it?
If I only knew you well
Maybe I could tell
Another day coasting through the old motions
Toss it in and wish it well
Waiting for the sound?
But it didn't really sound like you
It's better when it sounds like you
?I walked across the land to find that what I had
Was better than what I was looking for
?I dreamt a wild ride?
The train derailed somewhere inside my mind
So once again I was falling in with a broken smile
Take it or leave it
Love it or lose it
If I only knew you well
Maybe I could tell
Another day coasting through the old motions
Toss it in and wish it well
Waiting for the sound
But it didn't really sound like you?
It's better when it sounds like you
?Don't let it all stack up till the weight's unbearable
When you hit the coast and you crack the code
You got to let the whole world know
Don't let it all make you feel you're falling in a wishing well
When your only option is to walk the road
I hope you find your way back home
Take it or leave it?Love it or lose it
If I only knew you well
Maybe I could tell
Another day coasting through the old motions
Toss it in and wish it well
Waiting for the sound
But it didn't really sound like you
It never really sounds like you
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